The Broken NDA – Part 3

Just sitting there enjoying the atmosphere made midfr0st question his life in solitude. The wine was probably the best he had ever tasted, the starter had been excellent and now he was waiting for the main course.

My office back home seems like a prison in comparison. He missed being out meeting people. midfr0stâ€™s gaze swept through the restaurant, he couldnâ€™t see any other table hosting a single guest; all of the other tables had at least two people around them. He tried to think of a single person he could have dined with. Aside from the girl next door he came up blank. The realization made him order another bottle.

As he was sitting in all the chatter from the surrounding guests, he heard it clearly, just as if someone had shouted his name.

“vpn”

He almost dropped his glass, the online world came rushing back.

“nat traversal”

Who is speaking?, quickly he tried to focus on the conversation and shut off the other noise.

“Install a Blue Coat. Before we came along they didnâ€™t even have a security policy.”

Itâ€™s the two guys just next to me!

midfr0st tried to concentrate on the conversation, he realized he was a bit drunk.
“Hereâ€™s to DiMavia” one of the guys raised his glass, “I mean, they paid for this.” They both laughed.
midfr0stâ€™s food had started to get cold, he was entirely captivated by the conversation. Time after time the one named Thomas did his impression of what midfr0st assumed was their client.
“Money is not a problem”. They would always share a toast after this comment.

“Would you like some dessert,” the waitress asked. Midfr0st looked up at her, stunned.
“No, thank you but Iâ€™m not done with my meat,” he grabbed the fork again, “it tastes great.” He put down the fork again when she walked away. He wished he had something to take notes on.

“But the best part was that girl in finance,” the guy named Hans said.
“She was quite a looker, wasnâ€™t she!” Thomas made a gesture indicating large breasts.
“Yeah, that too, but do you know what she used for password for their economy system?”
“Some cat?” Thomas guessed.
“The subject name of her certificate!”
“Well, you know how it is with the bean counters.” They both laughed.

midfr0st just smiled, drank some more wine and tried to remember as much as possible of the conversation he had overheard.